I'm overwhelmed. I'm tired. I have pockets of excellence in a sea of mediocrity. My wife deserves more than I'm giving. My two-year-old is challenging every thing I ever thought I knew about parenting--we have put child locks on the freaking upper cupboards, for crying out loud. My other boys need more of me. Four of my five periods are spent teaching a class we are inventing as we go. I'm convinced that everything revolves around the scientific method or some variation of it. Questions still are way more satisfying than statements. My planning is always weaker than the adjustments I make in the middle of the period. A good problem is more engaging than engagement strategies, but I don't know enough good problems. Expo markers dry out way too fast. Some of my students have bigger problems than I'll ever encounter and somehow I have to make what we do matter.
And yet, my students keep showing up, my boys still greet me with "I love you, Daddy" and my wife still loves me.